Micro-alignment

Harping further on the theme of alignment, but in a much more constrained context, Mary and I have been on a concerted microquest in recent days to reduce the amount of clutter in our freezer. Sometimes it gets chock full of stuff, for example the last few pieces of a loaf of bread, then we need to work through it, so we've been doing just that. It gives me a warm feeling to be embark upon these little shared missions, partially because it gives me a feeling of security and plenitude but also, I suppose, because it doesn't represent an expenditure. And, most importantly, we're doing it together.

Then there's the matter of wiping the tiles in the downstairs bathroom. Since we've become empty nesters Mary and I have pretty much discontinued use of the shower in our master bathroom because the water pressure there is so crappy. Downstairs, Mary is concerned that the tile grout will get discolored from our constant showering, as happened with the upstairs shower despite a pretty concerted squeegeeing disclipine. Personally, I think her concerns are considerably overblown, but I have nonetheless been wiping the tiles with a hand towel after showering just because it makes her happy. That's fine.